Poems (E. L. F.)/The lip may smile
THE LIP MAY SMILE.
The lip may smile With beauty's wile,Though grief corrode the heart; And who may know The secret woeIt cannot all impart?
The laugh as bright As sunny lightMay banish others' care; And who may guess The hopelessnessOf grief they cannot share?
The brow may wear No trace of care,Though darkling sorrows lower; And who will think The heart doth shrink'Neath sorrow's blighting power?